Bus load of Wets dropped off at Kamaltoe's house in DC.
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I figured it out. The democraps want the illegals here and their families so they don't send the illegal money they earn here back to Mexico, Honduras, Guatemala or whatever.
Plus the voters
Plus the voters
I owned a small spread about 40 miles north of Del Rio Texas and had them come through all the time. Always gave water, and medical attention when necessary. One night I had to sew up a guys leg. I have absolute respect for any man or woman who wants to better themselves. But as noted above, most of them are 'sponsored' by Soros or others. They show up with new phones, shiny shoes, etc, then demand entry. If they dont get it they break the law and enter illegally. I've travelled in other lands, especially Mex and Central Ameria, and if you get caught there w/o papers youre in a world of legal shit. Why should we be different. Obey the law.
Thats what they call themselves. In slang Mexican its "Mujado' or wetted.
it's a shame they were not given copies of the keys to the house and told to make themself comfortable . that would have been funnier to see how long it takes for politicians to remove squatters from there homes . but Lupe and ( another artificially generated Latin American name )on the couch kicking back drinking her hooch would have made a great photo .
They would not have removed them. Those SS boys would have gone FA on them.
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Hispanics have used the term “gringo” around me and have not been offended.
Wrong. Wet Back is the term for an illegal immigrant from Mexico because many of them used to swim across the Rio Grand River, where there is lots of water and your back gets wet coming across. And wet back is no mor offensive than gringo. But this reminds me of the time I pissed off a black guy by calling him a redneck. He wore a cowboy hat, pressed jeans, pearl snap western shirts and had a drawl that would put Tommy Lee Jones to shame. As in, he looked and sounded like a redneck. To me, redneck is not a color, it's a way of life. But, because he was racist, he assumed I was making a racist statement.
People take themselves way to seriously. Everyone needs a dose of Carlos Mencia.
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Racist..........
Earl Butz,
Secretary of Agriculture 1971 - 1976, The answer to a question from Pat Boone following the 1976 Republication Convention.............
I’ll tell you what coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; and third, a warm place to shit..............
LOL...........
Earl Butz,
Secretary of Agriculture 1971 - 1976, The answer to a question from Pat Boone following the 1976 Republication Convention.............
I’ll tell you what coloreds want. It’s three things: first, a tight pussy; second, loose shoes; and third, a warm place to shit..............
LOL...........
I saw that movie back in 1982 when I was attending the University of Texas at Arlington. Catchy little tune that has stuck with me.
edited to add, this one in a series of vignettes and the whole title was "Loose Shoes." Produced and aired on Showtime.
I had a neighbor who liked to play disco music loud. So, I turned my Fender 85 amp to the wall and my Roland GS-6 digital effects unit dialed into mimic the ES-335 "Birdland" Gibson of my favorite guitar player, Unka Ted Nugent and started playing the riff to "Snakeskin Cowboys." That got his attention.
Swim? The last time I was in the area, I could have crossed into Mexico without getting my feet wet...
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Now that is funny. I actually speak a little Spanish and I see what you did there. Leads me to appreciate the advice one can give to a gringo who wants to go into a cantina and order a beer.
"Yo quiero un Cerveza, por fabor."
This works better than the other phrase:
"Tu Madre mame Berga por gratis."
And actually, I kind of learned that joke from a common phrase the masons would use with each other. "No mames." Implying that it was too late.
Though the V is pronounced as a B, its actually V in 'Verga' o "Favor'
But youre correct, your second phrasing wouldnt go over well.
I was spelling it correctly and yes, I can pronounce the soft B in Spanish, one of the few gringos who can do that. However, I don't know enough other than what it takes to manage simple phrases. "Necessita un Caja 6 pulgadas arriba."
I was working with some masons and I had plugs and switches and fire alarm boxes in hadite block walls. One guy was married to another guy's sister. So, he would call him cunado. Pretty soon, we were all calling each other that. One of the mason helpers would ask "you gottee sister por mi?"
"Si, She likes mexicans but she does not like masons."
Actually, the spelling would be "no mames gue." Just like they will say "Home Depot gue."
Chinga, pinche Gringos.
Also, a good way to not get in a fightt is to go up to a guy and say "Ah, Jotito mio." That could probably get you a fight. Mainly, I learned all the bad Spanish.
But I also some learned some proper rules. There was a slang phrase that was actually gringo in origin. "No bueno por Caca." One time, I was working with a guy and things turned out right and so I said, "Ah, bueno por Caca." He looked at me strangely.
I was treating it as the opposite. He instructed me, no Caca. Caca is a thing, not suitable to be an adjective or a descriptor. A work is either bueno or no bueno.
No, your spelling is incorrect, Check Google translate. Though what is spoken in Mexico is usually a far cry from true Spanish. A lot ofslang and other stuff mixed in, like:
Popocatepetl and Iztacchihuatl
Where do you come up with the idea that Im looking for a fight. I just corrected you. No foul intended.
But if you want a real tough one, try Russian, a combination of Greek, Cyrillic, and Latin.
I thought I had deleted this post, getting tired of the debate. I did take two years of German in high school and studied a little longer. But the only time I used it was with a guy I worked with who was born in Germany but grew up in the Ukraine. So, the little bit of russian I knew went farther but I could still use basic German with him.
I had also learned a few words from a guy who was from Ethiopia. And I am sure I got all of it wrong.
So, do one with Scheiss. I studied German, which turned out not to be so necessary in construction. I should have studied more Spanish. I could get plenty of it wrong, of course.So if youre capitalizing it must be a proper noun, 'Caca308pirate'
I once told a guy that he was mi chingada Maricon and he got mad at me, for some reason.
I went to the Kirov Ballet ad fell in love with the art form The Russian's are incredible dancers and I got to dance with a top Russian ballerina so I wanted to study Russian. They didnt have it at the school I was at, French and Italian were useless unless youre in academia, so I went practical and took Spanish. It's been helpful. I got comfortable with it when I I drove alone to Costa Rica.
Just like in America there are many dialects. A kid from NYC might not be able to understand a Creole swamper from deep Louisiana, and I'd guess a guy from Ensenada, or the barrios of LA would be lost in Barcelona. I cant understand some of what I here in the mt's of Wva or NC.
Amen to that. I can hear different accents. I am used to hearing mexicans speak Spanish. Another co-worker I had was from the Honduras and he had a different accent, more european, similar to castillian. And I have a guy I work with now from El Salvador and his accent makes me think of what it would sound like if Christopher Walken spoke Spanish. "Buenos DI-as."
If I have burritos, I will not be held liable for the results. Let me put it this way.
My friend, John, hunted and cleaned deer all of his life. We were also coworkers. One day, I had the gift of gas that would not stop. We were re-wiring an Ag building and computer lab at a school (during their winter break.) One of the other coworkers had flatulated into a bucket and brought it to me. The next day was my turn and revenge burns your buns. At least mine were warmed.
I would leave little presents at various areas where the other guys were working, including my friend, John. SBDs, they were. You could walk into the cloud and it was like hitting a brick wall.
Even John was gagging and crying and he has gutted more deer and feral hog than anyone I know.
So, pass me the burritos. And may God have mercy on your soul.
I love venison, but deer meat gives me gas that’ll gag a maggot. We make pan sausage with some of our deer every year. Many years ago, my wife made venison sausage breakfast tacos before hauling me off to the mall. Well, between the eggs and the venison in the tacos, I could barely keep my feet on the ground. I was fuckin’ floating. Anyway, she’s window shopping and I’m crop dusting. I look at her and my eyes say “we gotta move, now.” She gets the message and we’re off. About that time, a group of vibrant youths entered the area I had just napalmed. By their responses, you’d be excused in thinking one or more had been shot. Thinking about that still makes me crack up.
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